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I was driving the big obnoxious tv truck on a busy street in North Houston at 10:00 at night. At a light, a guy in a small car starts blasting his horn and waving at me and yelling through the window. Now you have to understand, when you drive a big obnoxious tv truck, this kind of thing happens all the time. People randomly flip you off. People throw things at you. People reach out of

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Now here's a story that, with google's help, I can precisely date. On April 3, 2006, rumors were flying around the newsroom that Tom Delay was about to announce his resignation from the House of Representatives.So late in the evening, maybe around 9, they send me to Sugarland, an upscale Houston suburb, to find his house. I'm given a vague address, and I'm supposed to meet up with the reporter

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So I was at some Sheriff’s station, Sunday night, and they were supposed to be having a press conference about some guy they’d just captured. When I pulled up, I saw all the other tv guys trucks out there, so I knew I was in the right place. The front door was locked, so I went around to a side door. Open. I walked in, but the place was empty. I wandered up and down the hallways a bit,

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So it was an auto parts store in north Houston, just blocks from my house, actually. Armed robbery. Guy tied up and beaten, but not shot. I was meeting the photographer there to feed back tape of the scene. When I got in the area, I noticed police officers walking up and down the street with flashlights, obviously looking for something. I pulled into a parking lot next door, and went to talk

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From 2000 to 2008, I worked as a live truck engineer for KHOU news in Houston, Texas. This job took me to literally all corners of the city and beyond, and allowed me to witness places, people, and activities that other people never see. I always seemed to have good stories to tell my friends about my day at work, while they naver had any. At first I just thought they were lame, but it turns

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